café y otros vicios

"My soul is from elsewhere. I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there." -Rumi Genesis, 22, New York City

[kristina100000]

when a girl doesn't laff at my joke like damn is this what men feel like..

[recumbentibous]

“My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings”

—  E. Y. Harburg (via recumbentibous)

[recumbentibous]

“I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.”

—  Jaime Gil de Biedma (via recumbentibous)

[recumbentibous]

“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.”

— Charles Bukowski (via recumbentibous)

[recumbentibous]

“Irse, y no volver.”

— Alejandra Pizarnik (Poesía Completa)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

s/o to the people who care and show it without being in your face but with consistency, honesty and compassion

[valtsv]

i hope this email never finds you

[tragoediae]

Portrait de la jeune fille en feu 

Céline Sciamma

[florial]

[hemingsways-deactivated20230712]

Calling all writers, poets, and artist to submit to Janus Journal, our theme for Spring is Bloom - more info here. 

[coltre]

“Because when something happens, she’s the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.”

— David Levithan (via quotemadness)

[beyoncebeytwice]

if ur nose isnt stopped up and u can properly breathe through it right now…… take this time to appreciate it

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I loved tenderly,”

— Albert Camus, from a notebook entry featured in Notebooks (1951-1959)

[best-of-memes]

[busonhikayemiz]

[recumbentibous]

“Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you Little by little If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me For I shall already have forgotten you”

— Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems (via recumbentibous)

[recumbentibous]

“This is what I know: people’s hopes go on forever.”

— Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her (via recumbentibous)

[recumbentibous]

“Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.”

— Marcel Proust (via recumbentibous)